Caveman...! Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Pelts and pierces fierce--
They called it a battle
For food, spouse and space;
Win over with might sans grace!
The bonfire found the taste settle,
And wild beats heralded cheers;
Yet it was a cave small
Which sheltered them all
With no shutters nor wall


Eat, beat and draw for fun,
Which matched the prowess
With the late stretched feel
Of contained ornery weal
And every dark night's fear and stress,
Of the clash in the day long run
Seeking way, prey and sport
Hurt, hit or slay even to court
With no measures even to assort!

The arrows and the blade
Sharpened to sever and bleed
The blasting powder of magic
And the weaponry so tragic
The sapien turned into a monster of greed
Knew more to kill with arms better made
And every urge a new havoc played
Now hide and blow up, not just raid! !